The Goddess Favors Me Exclusively

“Iseo, seriously, how about you marry into our family?”

On the day I finished my studies with a quick master’s degree due to difficult family circumstances.

Professor Jusu said with a very serious face.

“My daughters are pretty, aren’t they? It would be really good if you became part of our family. That way, from now on, you’ll continue your diligent slave—ahem, your lab work.”

A truly bold and tempting offer.

But there was a problem.

“…Professor, your daughters are still middle school students, aren’t they?”

“Then what should I do? My wife said this year she’s going to make three times more kimchi than last year! Who’s going to drive my daughters to the airport every time they go! Who’s going to pack my camping gear?”

I recalled the fact that for the past few years, I had carried more cabbage than papers in the professor’s lab. During kimchi-making season, I was called to the professor’s house, and every time his daughters went abroad, I was even in charge of various driving tasks. It was to the point where I wondered if I had been contracted as a domestic helper instead of a lab assistant.

“So, are you preparing for a job?”